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Tuesday, August 21, 2012

A year ago today, my husband, Jon, and I got married. I could say many cliche things about getting through the first year of marriage, but I thought I would cut to the nitty gritty. Jon summed it best in a letter he wrote to me and left on my desk one day: "I didn't realize how difficult it was going to be to love you." Some people might take offense to that, but I know I'm not an easy person to love. I test people's patience, I'm bossy, I'm nosy, and I am Type A to the max. What I loved about his statement was what was understood: there was no question that he would figure out how he would love me. I knew I had confidence in his love and his commitment. He loved me, no matter how difficult it would get. I'm slowly learning to take every minute of marriage one at a time and appreciate that I have a husband who will love me no matter what. That sort of love is only learned from one source: Our Heavenly Father. So, my dear husband, happy anniversary. I love you, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, no matter what.